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Along the way, Ian has roughly constructed a rough architectural distribution model of Nauman City in his mind.
Nauman City is a city with the bastion area, that is, the upper city area, as its core and gradually expanding outwards. It is a city shaped like unfolding petals.
The upper city area in the center is surrounded by the Naumanwei River. The city wall towers are still in operation. There are alchemical cannons and powerful crossbows inside. It is not so much a wealthy area or a gathering place for the upper class. A heavily fortified fortress.
The core of the upper city is the Lord’s Castle of the Marquis of Barton. It is quite tall and solid, but it is not the Governor’s Palace. The Governor’s Palace is on Capital Avenue in the north. It is a three-story manor building with a front yard. It is quite plain, and the original bell tower and attic have been transformed into a manned tower.
Ian made a mental calculation and felt that even if he brought artillery to storm this place, he would probably suffer heavy losses.
In the center of the upper city, there is a tower of psychics and four large alchemy workshops. Two business districts are further out, one of which is the platinum workshop. They all have towering spires. Architecture is said to be used to better channel the power of the natural psychic field.
In short, Nauman City is probably composed of these eight parts. Most of the residents gather around the alchemy workshop and business district, while the Psyker Tower is located in the remote northwest, where there are military camps and outposts.
“The general is waiting for you on the second floor.”
On the surface, Ian was led smoothly into the front yard by the knight, and then another guard took him into the mansion… It seemed smooth, but Ian felt that there were too many people spying on him. Those eyes with scrutiny and analysis are really difficult for normal people to bear.
Although normal people can’t sense it.
When Ian followed the spiral staircase and climbed to the second floor, the young man realized that there was no more prying eyes.
It’s not just that. The entire second floor of the mansion was dark and silent, as quiet as death.
It’s like stepping into another world.
“How about it, young man, do you feel much refreshed?”
A calm and steady voice came from the terrace on the second floor of the mansion. A tall man wearing armor and a long sword stood there.
He turned his head, and the edges of his dark brown hair and slightly curly beard shone with an abnormal source of light in the darkness, and his golden-green eyes were even brighter, making people misunderstand for a moment. Thought it was the brilliance of the sun.
Baton Henryl, the holder of the true form of ‘White Flame Archon’. A true form that combines the advantages of various monsters such as the ‘True Flame Eagle’ and the ‘Blue Wind Griffin’. The only sequelae may be that he is really as sharp and sensitive as an eagle and owl, and the guard he can never let go of is him. The advantages and negative effects of true form.
The general’s eyes reflected the spiritual brilliance flashing in Ian’s eyes, and he laughed: “How many did you see?”
“Twenty-three on the road, five following them all the time.”
The young alchemist bowed slightly, and the general waved his hand casually: “Don’t be polite, where are you in the manor?”
“There are six people in the yard and a total of twelve people on the first floor.” Ian shook his head slightly: “There are too many people.”
“After all, there was just a banquet here at noon with the envoys of Canaan Moore, and the prisoners of the Dragon Worship Cult escaped from prison. Usually it is one-third, or even less.”
Marquis Barton was even more satisfied. He touched his chin: “But you counted one more… Oh, you counted me? Did you notice my gaze?”
He was a little surprised.
Ian did not answer, but the general laughed and called the maid upstairs: “Let’s start dinner.”
“I thought a general wouldn’t have the leisure to meet alone with an…alchemist like me.”
Ian raised his eyebrows. He did not expect that Marquis Barton actually only met him one-on-one for dinner.
He thought someone else would attend this private dinner with him this time.
“There were originally three other people, one was a distinguished guest, and the other two, like you, were also recommended to join the Knights of the Patrol.”
The Marquis of Barton acted swiftly and resolutely, and so did the maids in his mansion. In less than three minutes, the dining table in the living room was covered with various dishes. It was obvious that Ian’s arrival had been anticipated. At the right time, all the food comes out hot.
Sitting in the main seat, he said with some regret: “Unfortunately, the distinguished guest suddenly had something to do, so he may arrive a little later, and the other two… are more disappointing and do not meet the requirements.”
——Lies. At least the first sentence is a lie.
Ian nodded thoughtfully.
“I have to say that the psychic power of the observation system can indeed allow you to see more, and it will also be of great help to your career.”
The Marquis of Barton was quite talkative. He looked at Ian and nodded slightly: “Appraisal, alchemy, and knights – excellent methods of obtaining information are more important than everyone thinks, and you are here He does have his talent.”
“After all, most people can’t notice Master Oak’s Wood Spirit Seed… You just moved your shoulders several times, no need to hint, I can see it.”
With that said, he raised his hand, and a sharp, blazing invisible wind beam flashed, and immediately hit an invisible object on the young man’s shoulder.
[No need to be so direct]
Immediately, a turquoise spirit body that transformed into a wooden shark shape appeared, and the dissatisfied voice of Master Oak sounded: [You stingy big eagle, let me listen without losing a piece of meat! 】
“Come on.” The Marquis sneered: “You old wooden stick, I have shown great respect for the allied envoy by not deporting you.”
“If you want to know, find it yourself.”
The ectoplasmic wood grain shark was burned into ectoplasm fragments by the high-heat wind beam. Before that, some cursing voices could be heard. Ian showed interest in this: “It’s really amazing.”
“You have a chance to use the third-level mind-light body, maybe even earlier than me.”
The Marquis of Barton retracted his finger, nodded, took out a short knife from his waist, and inserted it into the roasted bear’s paw in front of him: “Come on, let’s talk while eating.”
The Marquis’s private dinner was too rough to look like a nobleman’s. It was all filled with all kinds of big fish and meat, a collection of serious dishes. The only one that was more delicate should be regarded as the ‘Bao Bao’. Or say ‘animals stewed in an iron pot’.
This dish is made by using a large iron pot, sorting various cut animal meats into categories, adding them to the pot in a certain order, and finally stewing them into a large pot.
Materials include chicken, pork, beef, bear meat, and subdivided into different parts such as chicken wings and chicken hearts, ribs and pig trotters.
In addition, there are rabbit, tiger meat and so on.
It sounds messy, but the chef’s skillful skills stew all the ingredients just right, soft but not scattered, each ingredient is clear, and it tastes like a variety of flavors.
Of course, the most awe-inspiring thing is the meat of these beasts, most of which are the meat of Warcraft.
And they are all the most elite parts.
The two of them ate in silence, feasting happily.
Ian was not polite. He had just advanced to the sublimated organ and was in need of nutritional supplements, so someone invited him to a World of Warcraft banquet.
Of course, you have to be careful not to eat too much, otherwise it will make people suspicious, so you have to control this level.
“Back then, when we were resisting the turmoil in the Dark Mountains in the north, there were no kitchen utensils in the army, so we stewed the spoils in a large iron pot. Because the weather was cold, we had to keep stewing and adding ingredients, otherwise the sauce would freeze.”
The Marquis is unexpectedly talkative. According to Mr. Yinfang’s description, he only talks to people who are interested in him: “I heard that your cooking skills are also good. Can you tell me how many kinds of monsters you have tasted? What types are they? ”
“Seven kinds.”
Ian glanced at the iron pot and removed two monsters that theoretically he should not know and had never seen before, and removed two more that tasted very similar to each other and that he could not eat at the first level. Birds of Warcraft: “They are the hard-shelled bear, the snake-scale owl, the giant leopard, the feral rabbit, the sharp-clawed tiger, the iron-bone swordfish and the wine potato. If sublimated plants are also counted.”
This question is actually a bit dangerous, because the taste can prove what kind of monster he has eaten… A random answer may expose some questions that should not be exposed.
Fortunately, Ian has indeed eaten a lot of World of Warcraft on the table over the years.
“Not bad.” Marquis Barton nodded again. He used a knife as a fork and ate a piece of meat. Then he smiled: “You must have tasted other monsters, but you don’t know what they taste like.” ”
Putting down the knife, he wiped his mouth with a tissue: “Ian, do you think Nauman City is a mess?”
The young man didn’t blink: “I feel orderly, peaceful and quiet.”
“Oh?” The general raised his voice: “I was recently assassinated by Feiyandi, and there was another rebellion by the Dragon Worship Cult. Canaan Moore sent envoys to ask for the extradition of the prisoners, but they escaped from prison again – not to mention The Lingzhiyuan and other chaotic forces are also snooping, is this considered orderly? ”
Tilting his head, Ian’s eyes were clear: “I can’t tell, General.”
“Very good.”
The Marquis clapped his hands with satisfaction: “That’s it. You can’t tell – that’s the most important thing.”
“Being able to see problems is not a skill at all. Knowing that some problems do not need to be seen, knowing that some things are not important at all, knowing what the real situation is – this is the skill.”
Ian showed a suitably confused expression: “I’m a little confused, General, after all, I’m just a knight.”
“It’s a patrol knight.” The old general emphasized: “Of course, he’s just an apprentice.”
“No need to test me, Ian, you have already met the standard, with excellent results.”